Chapter 24: The Plan of Attack
The plan was to contact Voldemort using a 'Canoferic' letter. "A what?" Harry asked, when Page told him the plan. "It's er like a Howler, but it's only for the ears and eyes of the person you send it to. Dumbledore thought of it." It was 11:45 according to the clock on Page's kitchen wall. It was very dark, as Page had turned most of the lights out. Crispy frost had started to flow along the windows as it glittered in the moonlight. Most of the members had left, to be placed around a large field several miles away. Just in case things got ugly. "But why a field?" Harry's questions sounded odd, but Page just thought he was tired. "So that people won't get hurt. I'm not about to risk our necks as well as innocent muggles. We had to think of a rural area. Hence the field. And besides, we better get going. The Order is posted in and round the field. Dumbledore is on guard." Page stopped and looked at Harry. "You know how I feel about all this, you will stay behind me. That's what you have to worry about." Page tried to show a brave face, but it looked to fake for Harry not to say anything. "Professor, if he uses the killing curse, I'll have to take over, that way, we'll have a fighting chance." "What do you mean Harry?" Page thought Harry was loosing his mind. Unless it was necessary for Harry to duel Voldemort when page was in trouble. But just because Voldemort uses the Avakadavra Curse, doesn't mean he has to fight. "Two year's ago, when me and Voldemort duelled, our wands connected. Dumbledore said something; I think it was Priori Incantatem, or something like that. And as our wands connected, the spirits that Voldemort had killed came out of his wand, including my mum and dad, and also Cedric Diggory." Harry immediately looked away from Page. He seemed upset for bringing this subject up, and Page felt his pain. "I'm sorry Harry. But yes, you're right about the connection of the wands, also known as Priori Incantatem. That will work again of course, but even still, it's very likely that Voldemort will know about that, and will do something to counteract your spell. Therefore you must stay behind me. Oh and Harry," Harry looked up into her eyes, she smiled at him, but she knew this wouldn't work. "If anything happens to me. I want you to run OK? Don't fight, you'll die in the hands of Voldemort, and that's something we don't want." "You're not going to die. And I want to fight. I've have done more then you in facing Voldemort. You don't know anything of what has happened since I have been at Hogwarts. It seems like every year someone or something wants to kill me. I don't like it, but I know now, that it's my future to fight Voldemort and win. And I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that. I am not going to let the magical world down. And you are not going to stop me." He walked off, leaving Page flabbergasted. She never knew how strongly he felt about this. Dumbledore had told Page about his and Voldemort's Prophecy, but as far as she knew, Harry never mentioned it to anyone, not even Remus.
Page and Harry were in position, waiting for Voldemort, or any of his followers to apperate into the field. Within a couple of minutes of waiting three figures appeared in the middle of the field with a loud 'CRACK', that echoed across the valley down below; about a hundred yards away from Page and Harry. "Where are they?" Asked a man. Page couldn't see much as it was so black. She could just make out the black hooded cloaks they were wearing. "The Dark Lord said it might be an ambush, and if we didn't return, he himself will destroy the house." Said a second man, who was closer to Page then the others. The third figure started to move within the dense field; the cloak was rustling amongst the long grass. "Shh, you idiot flobberworms. I can smell fear!" It was a woman this time. In a low voice Harry swore. "Oh really Bellatrix, and I suppose you know who the fear is coming from?" Said the first man, Page had heard. "Oh yes, it's Tiny Wee-Potter and a friend, over there, " Page saw her point right to where she and Harry was laying. Page grabbed Harry and stood up, her wand raised, as soon as Page started to negotiate anything with them, Harry shouted. "Crucio". Harry's wand was pointing straight at Bellatrix, she screamed and was writhing in pain. All of a sudden, Page got an earful from Sirius, "What is Merlin's name is he doing? He has to want to kill her. Page tell him from me, I'm watching, that'll do it." Page mentally screamed at him, "I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT SIRIUS, YOU IDIOT. IF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME VALUABLE INFORMATION, NOW IS NOT THE TIME." Page had broken off his connection. The other two deatheaters were shooting killing curses at Page and Harry, but Page was shouting "Impedimenta" at them, which after seven shots at them, they slumped to the ground. Bellatrix had to fallen to the ground Harry then lowered his wand; Page and Harry then ran over and Page had bounded them with a non-disapperating rope. The glowing purple rope, wrapped them tightly at the legs, arms and chest, it was so tight their wands had fallen to the ground, for they were unable to hold onto them. "Now then, who have we here? Ah yes Bellatrix, how nice to see you again. You did a very bad thing by killing Sirius. And his avenger is standing right next to me. I guess Harry does really want to kill you. Did it hurt Bella?" Page was standing over them, they were trying to get free, but as they moved the rope tightened. Bellatrix started laughing, in a manic sort of way, she raised her head and looked from Harry to Page "Our Master will come and kill you Page. And ickle Harry Potter too will die at the hands of our master. The Dark Lord does not care for sneaky weak muggleborn's like you." She spat. Page knelt down and faced Bella. Staring at her in the eyes. She saw deep loathing inside her Page had never felt before. She smiled. "Ah my dear Bella, I would like you to talk to someone for me, if you don't mind? He's dieing to see you." Without Bella's knowledge, Page had put her hand on her cold shoulder. As if he had been waiting for this moment, a sinister laugh came from the sky. Sirius had connected with them. "Bellatrix, I see that you are in the hands of Voldemort's demise. You might have killed me, but you see I can still see you. We all know how your master disproves of you. It wont be long before he kills you, but by an order. You're not that important to him, and you never will be." Sirius kept on laughing. Bella was screaming out, and started to shake her head, as she was unable to move any other part of her body. "My Master has deepest respect for me, that's why he sent me on this mission. To capture this demented witch and the Potter boy. I'm glad I killed you, for the name of Black. You were the most pitiful of all. There are no Black's left. What would your mother think? She wouldn't care. She didn't want anything to do with you Sirius. Your gone, and you are not coming back." She started to laugh in her manic way again. Sirius was still laughing. He didn't care about his mother, or the rest of his dark loving family. "I assure you Bella, the only reason your master sent you here was to get rid of you, and your little friends. Voldemort knew that Page and Harry, and other people would be here, so he sent you to die for him, isn't that nice? But he didn't have time to tell you that. Sorry Bella, but it looks like your soul will pass through the mouth-less lips of the Dementors" His laugher carried on until Page let go. Bella had stopped laughing, and squirming to get free. She lay there in the long grass. Motionless as though the Dementors had their scabbed fingers round her throat. But she was defeated, she had lost her master, and all reason for living. She and the other deatheaters had also given up. Within seconds, Order members from all sides of the field came rushing towards them. "Well done you two. We'll take them from here." Said Terrance Waterskew. He conjured them into the air, and pulled them along with his wand. Their limp less bodies floating out of sight. "Harry you all right?" page said finally turning to him. Page didn't know what to say to him. "Yea, I'm fine-", but before he finished his sentence, loud CRACK'S and POPPING came from all round them. Page grabbed hold of Harry and turn around to see deatheaters surrounding them. "Where is Voldemort?" Page shouted to him. But instead of replying, they laughed. None of them spoke to her. "I'm right here Miss Quinn. How nice of you to join us." With this retort the deatheaters laughed again. Page saw him approach her, his eyes gleaming through the black night. Page had tears in her eyes from the pain she was getting from her 'scar'. But she had no need to soothe it, she and Harry were in deep trouble and she didn't know how they were going to get out of this situation.
The plan was to contact Voldemort using a 'Canoferic' letter. "A what?" Harry asked, when Page told him the plan. "It's er like a Howler, but it's only for the ears and eyes of the person you send it to. Dumbledore thought of it." It was 11:45 according to the clock on Page's kitchen wall. It was very dark, as Page had turned most of the lights out. Crispy frost had started to flow along the windows as it glittered in the moonlight. Most of the members had left, to be placed around a large field several miles away. Just in case things got ugly. "But why a field?" Harry's questions sounded odd, but Page just thought he was tired. "So that people won't get hurt. I'm not about to risk our necks as well as innocent muggles. We had to think of a rural area. Hence the field. And besides, we better get going. The Order is posted in and round the field. Dumbledore is on guard." Page stopped and looked at Harry. "You know how I feel about all this, you will stay behind me. That's what you have to worry about." Page tried to show a brave face, but it looked to fake for Harry not to say anything. "Professor, if he uses the killing curse, I'll have to take over, that way, we'll have a fighting chance." "What do you mean Harry?" Page thought Harry was loosing his mind. Unless it was necessary for Harry to duel Voldemort when page was in trouble. But just because Voldemort uses the Avakadavra Curse, doesn't mean he has to fight. "Two year's ago, when me and Voldemort duelled, our wands connected. Dumbledore said something; I think it was Priori Incantatem, or something like that. And as our wands connected, the spirits that Voldemort had killed came out of his wand, including my mum and dad, and also Cedric Diggory." Harry immediately looked away from Page. He seemed upset for bringing this subject up, and Page felt his pain. "I'm sorry Harry. But yes, you're right about the connection of the wands, also known as Priori Incantatem. That will work again of course, but even still, it's very likely that Voldemort will know about that, and will do something to counteract your spell. Therefore you must stay behind me. Oh and Harry," Harry looked up into her eyes, she smiled at him, but she knew this wouldn't work. "If anything happens to me. I want you to run OK? Don't fight, you'll die in the hands of Voldemort, and that's something we don't want." "You're not going to die. And I want to fight. I've have done more then you in facing Voldemort. You don't know anything of what has happened since I have been at Hogwarts. It seems like every year someone or something wants to kill me. I don't like it, but I know now, that it's my future to fight Voldemort and win. And I'll do whatever it takes to achieve that. I am not going to let the magical world down. And you are not going to stop me." He walked off, leaving Page flabbergasted. She never knew how strongly he felt about this. Dumbledore had told Page about his and Voldemort's Prophecy, but as far as she knew, Harry never mentioned it to anyone, not even Remus.
Page and Harry were in position, waiting for Voldemort, or any of his followers to apperate into the field. Within a couple of minutes of waiting three figures appeared in the middle of the field with a loud 'CRACK', that echoed across the valley down below; about a hundred yards away from Page and Harry. "Where are they?" Asked a man. Page couldn't see much as it was so black. She could just make out the black hooded cloaks they were wearing. "The Dark Lord said it might be an ambush, and if we didn't return, he himself will destroy the house." Said a second man, who was closer to Page then the others. The third figure started to move within the dense field; the cloak was rustling amongst the long grass. "Shh, you idiot flobberworms. I can smell fear!" It was a woman this time. In a low voice Harry swore. "Oh really Bellatrix, and I suppose you know who the fear is coming from?" Said the first man, Page had heard. "Oh yes, it's Tiny Wee-Potter and a friend, over there, " Page saw her point right to where she and Harry was laying. Page grabbed Harry and stood up, her wand raised, as soon as Page started to negotiate anything with them, Harry shouted. "Crucio". Harry's wand was pointing straight at Bellatrix, she screamed and was writhing in pain. All of a sudden, Page got an earful from Sirius, "What is Merlin's name is he doing? He has to want to kill her. Page tell him from me, I'm watching, that'll do it." Page mentally screamed at him, "I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT SIRIUS, YOU IDIOT. IF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME VALUABLE INFORMATION, NOW IS NOT THE TIME." Page had broken off his connection. The other two deatheaters were shooting killing curses at Page and Harry, but Page was shouting "Impedimenta" at them, which after seven shots at them, they slumped to the ground. Bellatrix had to fallen to the ground Harry then lowered his wand; Page and Harry then ran over and Page had bounded them with a non-disapperating rope. The glowing purple rope, wrapped them tightly at the legs, arms and chest, it was so tight their wands had fallen to the ground, for they were unable to hold onto them. "Now then, who have we here? Ah yes Bellatrix, how nice to see you again. You did a very bad thing by killing Sirius. And his avenger is standing right next to me. I guess Harry does really want to kill you. Did it hurt Bella?" Page was standing over them, they were trying to get free, but as they moved the rope tightened. Bellatrix started laughing, in a manic sort of way, she raised her head and looked from Harry to Page "Our Master will come and kill you Page. And ickle Harry Potter too will die at the hands of our master. The Dark Lord does not care for sneaky weak muggleborn's like you." She spat. Page knelt down and faced Bella. Staring at her in the eyes. She saw deep loathing inside her Page had never felt before. She smiled. "Ah my dear Bella, I would like you to talk to someone for me, if you don't mind? He's dieing to see you." Without Bella's knowledge, Page had put her hand on her cold shoulder. As if he had been waiting for this moment, a sinister laugh came from the sky. Sirius had connected with them. "Bellatrix, I see that you are in the hands of Voldemort's demise. You might have killed me, but you see I can still see you. We all know how your master disproves of you. It wont be long before he kills you, but by an order. You're not that important to him, and you never will be." Sirius kept on laughing. Bella was screaming out, and started to shake her head, as she was unable to move any other part of her body. "My Master has deepest respect for me, that's why he sent me on this mission. To capture this demented witch and the Potter boy. I'm glad I killed you, for the name of Black. You were the most pitiful of all. There are no Black's left. What would your mother think? She wouldn't care. She didn't want anything to do with you Sirius. Your gone, and you are not coming back." She started to laugh in her manic way again. Sirius was still laughing. He didn't care about his mother, or the rest of his dark loving family. "I assure you Bella, the only reason your master sent you here was to get rid of you, and your little friends. Voldemort knew that Page and Harry, and other people would be here, so he sent you to die for him, isn't that nice? But he didn't have time to tell you that. Sorry Bella, but it looks like your soul will pass through the mouth-less lips of the Dementors" His laugher carried on until Page let go. Bella had stopped laughing, and squirming to get free. She lay there in the long grass. Motionless as though the Dementors had their scabbed fingers round her throat. But she was defeated, she had lost her master, and all reason for living. She and the other deatheaters had also given up. Within seconds, Order members from all sides of the field came rushing towards them. "Well done you two. We'll take them from here." Said Terrance Waterskew. He conjured them into the air, and pulled them along with his wand. Their limp less bodies floating out of sight. "Harry you all right?" page said finally turning to him. Page didn't know what to say to him. "Yea, I'm fine-", but before he finished his sentence, loud CRACK'S and POPPING came from all round them. Page grabbed hold of Harry and turn around to see deatheaters surrounding them. "Where is Voldemort?" Page shouted to him. But instead of replying, they laughed. None of them spoke to her. "I'm right here Miss Quinn. How nice of you to join us." With this retort the deatheaters laughed again. Page saw him approach her, his eyes gleaming through the black night. Page had tears in her eyes from the pain she was getting from her 'scar'. But she had no need to soothe it, she and Harry were in deep trouble and she didn't know how they were going to get out of this situation.